find those gray arches
pass underneath
and become magic
transform into you
crunch orange leaves
in your hands
feel powerful
lift off the ground
letting your shoes
scrape the ground
lean on laundry wires
and knock everything down
drink a foggy potion
it sparkles in your throat
electrifying your body
vigor for people
saying yes to different
jump the fence
scream at the cold
turn it to laughter
finish by falling asleep
on a lumpy couch
that’s not yours
but maybe it could be
for another adventure

green things reach up
unthinking, no ulterior motives
so simple, so nice
without a brain
to feel emotions

I composed a poem
in that delicate place
between awake and sleep
it was short and simple
but I can’t remember it
instead I’ll be meta
and regret I didn’t wake
but I needed to sleep
you should sleep too
unless you already did
unless you still want to
this will continue more
because I can’t remember
I’m still clinging to the hope
that it’ll pop into my brain
I feel the urge to tip-toe
but everyone is awake
and I’d look foolish
I guess that’s not new
I often wonder about that
how I look to you all
how I seem to you all
I worry about it too much
and mostly I pretend I don’t
but, damn, still not popping
I guess I’ll just finish here

pink lights above my eyes
it’s magic in a finite space
I look out the window
actual stars in outer space
it’s magic in infinite space
galactic jellyfish float around
pixelated asteroid hurdles
seeming gentle while deadly
it’s the same space
2 dimensional people
5 dimensional emotions
fly in a spaceship
and become a pink star

purple ripples
chrysanthemums
slumber

every year
same movies
hero songs
get victory

blurry lights
eyes alright
throat is tight
do excite
so I write
about might,
a good fight,
and ignite
inner light

I lie in the backseat
third row bench-seat
Santana and Neil Young
ebb out of the speaker
it’s a lot of bass
and I remember old games
I used to love to play
racing and adventure games
I slip in and out of sleep
reliving my fervent attempts
to win a meaningless race
to press the right buttons
to beat a boss
with no real world consequences
I miss that
eventually I sit back up
go home on a wave of nostalgia

the air is cold
and I’m at the cusp
of being too cold
this state is adventure
and actions not yet taken
a blissful realness
I am so present

grumpy Tell
in total hell
ready to yell
oh, well